Good Lord, what a spicy curry.
I asked for it though, so it's nobody's fault but my own. At the time, my normal order of chicken korai wasn't listed on the menu, so I asked the good man if the chef would kindly whip one up for me.
"Of course," he said. "How hot would you like it?"
"Um, you know, like madras hot," I said.
I learned my lesson, boy. It was like that scene in "Along Came Polly", where Ben Stiller was sweating profusely after consuming a number of dishes in an Indian restaurant - I was literally dripping with perspiration, but to make matters worse, I couldn't stop eating because it tasted so good.
So yeah, basically I'm a bit masochistic.
But I've been back since and asked for something a bit more modest on the heat index and have been happy every time. read more